nightmares
Fun With Plushtrap
"Ok Plushtrap, let's play..." I say as I disable my flashlight. Two seconds later I turn the flashlight back on only to notice... he is still there
"Bloody hell! Get off that shitty baby chair and stand on the stinkin' X already you worthless piece of shit!"
I seem to forget that when fighting to survive against blood-thirsty demons that resemble my friends you don't want to piss 'em off.
And there he was, right in front of me in a moment, flashlight still on, ripping my flesh out. the worst part was even thought this was all a dream, It had to be, I still felt every fiber ripped out of me and my spine literally snapped in half leaving me to die. My face writhed in agony as he stared at me creepily with that sadistic grin as I bleed out, as well as suffocate due to my lungs missing, oh and my heart? Gone he is holding in front of me only to crush it in his little paws. If you were to look at me you would be scarred for life. Then I finally died.
58,658th death
I learned In the past when you die the universe becomes a fucking traitor and leaves the blood. At least I can be thankful my body isn't left. Then again I am probably revived after the night ends due to the horrifying fact. I learned that this is real, I've known since my first death. I just won't accept it. not believing is the only thing keeping me sane. the whole day I sit and wait for death. Not like it'll faze me. Well it will but I'll just come back from the dead and maybe I'll just say, "Yay, I'm back! booyah mothafuckers!" nope I'll probably just say "I wish I would stay dead." then commit suicide again. the bad fact is 48,000 of my deaths were all suicide. I have even given up on that.
Now as you can see I have probably been stuck in this cycle for a couple years. So I have given up on the idea that it might end… no it will never end. I will be stuck in the cycle of 'wake up, play the game of the universe, die or live, repeat'
Truth be told I'm not stuck in a nightmare my life IS a nightmare. My dad abandoned me at age 8 when my mom died in a car accident, now I am 15 and still stuck in this fucking nightmare. I can't eat anything or drink anything since there is nothing to eat and my water is shut off… so I die from that. This means I have died from thirst and or hunger 10 thousand times. The only reason that I haven't been booted out of my house is that whenever someone came inside their limbs would all suddenly be ripped off, oh that's right their heads too. So I'm trapped here. waiting for the night.
Main game
Left door, closet, right door, closet, left door, bed. This is my strategy, and it seems to serve me well. Now to check the bed… "F-fuck." I say as Nightmare Freddy walk towards me. As he nears me I had to give him at least one insult. "Ya know what… FUCK OFF!" Saying this only made it worse as he got the idea… to rip my cock off and beat me to death with it. Then after making me a bloody pulp he somehow stabs it through my heart rips, it out and shoves it and his hand through my mouth… and out the back of my head, as if saying "You first!"
58,659th death
DAYTIME
I sat on my bed and pondered for a bit. "What am I missing?" I ask no-one. Then it hit me… I never tried to leave the house. "7 years and I didn't even fucking try to leave the house!" So I left, and found some TNT in the construction site nearby and blew my house to pieces.
"Take that bitches!"
AN
Wow my first story that isn't all happy, hope all you Fnaf lovers out there love it, and if anyone at all wants to use my idea just pm me.